Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2008 16:32:02 -0700
From: John Bowling
Subject: Beaten Up Stud 2
Beaten Up Stud Ch 2
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Chapter 2
I drove him to his parent's house, and we got out. He was still sore, so I
helped him with his arm over my shoulder and my arm around his waist.
"Your body really feels good. All that muscle! I don't know if I can make
it too the door before the neighbors notice my wood."
"I can sure see it from here. I think I need a chaperon to keep me safe
from that thing!"
"Nah, it'll be safely and snuggly put away where you've been itching for it
in a short while. No need to worry about it."
"Well, just keep it under control. I'm not up to full strength yet."
He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, and we walked in.
"My bedroom is up the stairs, first door on the right, and the bathroom is
right across the hall. I'll get us some drinks and a snack and be right
up."
I quickly undressed and slipped a condom on, then pulled my shorts back
up. A few minutes after I got to the top of the stairs, he was coming up,
slowly.
"Still really sore some places!" I helped him up the rest of way.
"Ok, we'll put off the muscle flexing show for a few hours, but I am going
to strip you and massage them. You aren't going to skip out on my lust!"
We got everything into his bedroom and I started pulling his shirt
off. "Talk about a tight shirt, you were poured into it and then it
shrank."
After several minutes of feeling his muscles, I mean, lifting his shirt up
and being awed as each inch of his abs were exposed and then his thick
pecs. They were about three inches thick where they stuck out from the rest
of his chest. Finally the shirt was off, and it was an extra large that
would be tight on me. He needed a triple-extra large with those major pecs.
"Ok, you can start wearing shirts that fit now, you've captured your man
and don't need to advertise any more! It's going to take me a week just to
examine your pecs. Can I camp out here for six months to throughly worship
your muscle?"
"Only if I get to cum as often as you do! And then I'm not letting you out
of my tight grip."
Getting his pants down was a struggle also, with quads and calves bulging
and hard. "If you stop flexing them for a minute, I could get them off."
"They aren't flexed, this is flexed!" His thighs swelled up, stretching the
jeans enough for us to hear the threads begin to rip. "Hell, I might just
as well." And the muscle got thicker and harder as the material began to
rip rapidly. I caressed the rock hard muscle and tried to squeeze it. No
way! I ran my tongue along the inside of his thigh where the pants were
hanging in shreds, feeling the awesome cords and striations of muscle under
my tongue. I pulled the pants down all the way, ripped off his tighty
whities and pulled his hardening cock into my mouth with a quick breath. It
filled my mouth and I started using my tongue around the head, teasing and
slapping it around with my flickering tongue. "Shit, I'm going .........Ahh
.........!"
"It hurt like hell to flex like that, but the lust in your face is worth
it! It was worth every minute of pain. God, I love the way you feel my
muscles flexing. I've never cum that hard before!"
"The striations in your thighs are incredible! Most really well built men
can't achieve that, and you pull it off like it's an easy, everyday
event. I'm never going to let these muscles go. I'm claiming your body for
my pleasure, and I don't care how much it hurts you to flex. It'll just
make you stronger and me hornier!"
I shoved him back onto the bed and fell down on top of him.
"You were going to massage my sore muscles first!"
"Yea, right after I make you an ex-virgin. Sorry, but my cock just has to
have you. Your ass won't hurt as much if you're flexing your biceps hard
during the first insertion."
"Well?"
He brought his arms up, and the biceps thickened and began to take on a
ball shape, more a football than a baseball, and closer in size
also. "Shit, they hurt!"
I pushed myself in a little as I tightened my fingers around his
biceps. "Harder!"
They felt like granite and I squeezed them tight as I shoved myself in,
hearing the the pop as it slid past his tight ring.
"Damn! That hurts worse than hell, a lot worse! And feels so fuckin'
great!" I pulled out a little. "Ahhh...! Ohhh...Fuck! More!" And I was
going back in, hard. A few more strokes, while he kept his muscles tight,
and I came as hard as he had. We both fell back exhausted. Fucking a muscle
stud like him really took everything out of me, and him, too, from the
looks of it.
I woke up a little later, and he was sleeping peacefully with a little
smile on his lips. I leaned over and kissed him, and he started to wake. I
continued the kissing and he returned it. After we broke it, he said: "So
the mighty knight comes and kisses his damsel in distress and they live
happily ever after."
"Well, you're shaped sort of funny for a damsel, a lot hotter! With bigger
tits that are beautiful. How about a shower and then a massage? Your
muscles are too awesome to keep my hands off them."
"Anything for my princely knight in shining arm-- ah, skin. You've got to
help me into the shower and start the massage there."
"No way, man, I'm not getting into a shower with a pervert like you. You
might make me cum or something."
"No 'or something' to it, now get off me so we can clean up this mess you
made! And I can just lay here asleep and a slut like would get horny and
pervert me!"
"Even a prince has to have help, and you, muscle boi, are going to be that
help!"
Eventually we got to the shower, and soaped each other's backs, chest, and
our forever stiff flagpoles. "You know, twinky, you have a very nicely
muscled body yourself, little but hot!. And I'm going to have you flex for
me before the weekend's over."
"Sure, but for now, point out which muscles are sore."
"My whole body. Look at all the bruises."
"Ok, relax everything and let me do some preliminary rubbing under the warm
water."
Slowly, I gripped each muscle one at a time and kneaded the knots out of
them, going over each one several times, and then back over each after I
was done with all. By then, the warm water was gone, so we went back to his
bedroom.
"God, it looks and smells like someone had an orgy in here. Cum dripping
from everywhere."
"You been cheating on me?"
"It was that guy that followed me home from the hospital, so hot and
horny. I couldn't help myself."
"I heard he gets off on muscle, and can't stop once he feels a hot guy
flexin'. How do you feel now?"
"Relaxed, and a lot of the pain has receded. Thanks for the massage."
"So let's get lunch, and then I'll massage you again after that."
"Don't I get a nap?"
"After your second massage. We are getting you back into shape so you're
good for the game this Friday. Can't let those guys keep the star from
clinching a win for us."
"Yes,SIR, coach twink. We better order pizza delivered, cause I'm
starving."
"One medium for me and two super large for you?"
"Yea, heavy on the meat and cheese cause muscle repair needs protean, and a
couple of salads so we get our vitamins."